First Story

Story by zidane13

Annette's Lovely Disgrace

A Portfolio of Content

A Story Originally Created Here, For No One

Author: zidane13 (Alone)

R18+

Do not view if under 18!

Music being played by: Me!

I made this album!

It's all music by me!

Other might be used as well, not known.

Let's continue!

Ridge Racer and a Climax

"Hey, Jessie. Do you really know if Sora wears *giggle* pink underwear in the game?"

"Nah. Why? Hey, hun. Can you pass me the mascara? I have to go on stage soon. Give me a hug!"

Jessie walks out the door. Outside, she hugs a bouncer. They're a rhinocerus-looking semi-humanoid. They have a huge schlong in their pants. And I mean huge. It's about the size of a whale! Well, maybe not that big. But he isn't the futanari. It's this whole entire palace! The place is respected as an eagle bus of venture capitalists and entrepreneurs Hell-bent on satisfying even the loneliest of the paupers here. The brilliantly dressed Little Pony is their mascot and stage presenter. He says, wearing his stylish mask off to the side, that as an elephant, he is beholden to such superior alternatives as killing small mammals with his tusks, instead of funding them outright. Everyone laughs. Even the democrats in the Red Ring are laughing. They shout slurs at the evil cormagulant. He is not actually their enemy. He is funding them. Everyone is entitled to their opinion. Even the T-Rexes in the outer seating up there. He says it is too far away, their little outpost, and to not call him by name. He tells them and only them to call him Mr. Uncle Elephant. He tells everyone else to enjoy the event and night to come. "This will be my final world!" he says, echoing a former thought he had that this end in his timeframe is still better than catching a Pokémon in a desert. He says that he has no more to say. If you didn't like this, the next show won't win you over. The girls walk out. Each one has a gigantic penis. These girls aren't really men, no way. Each one is equipped with a vagina as well. And they're all furries, too. Or rather, anthros. They may be real, but each one is really there, not really you. They dance around and do what they want to do, not you. The audience is having their game. Father Rhinocerus takes off his elephantine gig suit. He tells the duo at the controls to start the reactor. They turn on the music and visuals. It is a stunning display. Children are being raped and turned into anthros. And then injected with the 9-pentagram starlet syndorim. The syndorim controls them like a parasite, but unlike a parasite, it is not biological, it is technological. This web3 symbolism has entered the new epicenter of Phase IV trials in certain FDC and Outer Russian Federation sectors, where anonymity is the most important aspect of their tight unison. The syndorim is biodegradable as well. Father Rhinoceros is a Dumbocrat. He wants to resurrect Dumbo as the reigning champion of the movie scene. He believes, with his cult, that it was once a far more popular movie than it was. He says that this event will try even the hardest Republican's patience. They all start leaving. The Democrats can't wait to see what's next. The Autocracian's in the audience are yawning. Completely bored. The Red Ring tribes are unable to move. Each one has their brainwashing activated with the stun rod of a security card. His name is Jehosephat Satan. He is actually what he seems to be. A double-dicked Zebraman. He has also two tongues and uses the Red Ringers like his personal joy toys. He uses them anally and injects one with a serum that makes them immortal. The cat boy audience is all underscored by their own trigger mechanisms. The cat girl audience tries to get them off subliminally. The cat boys all face their trials at hand.

The futanari dancers as they are called whip their tales in the air as the audience groans. Each one is sucked off by a machine. The Ala-Plaster will suck them off until they die. It is called until completion. This segment of their bio-funeral overture for newman culture and heroism is called Unto Completion. They will reign eternally if this succeeds. They are immortal, and nigh on impossible to kill. Each wears a long trumpet around their chest now. They use it and blow into it. It summons the Devil, who cannot manifest here, when the Angelic Symphony is playing at their best, destroying him and recombining him with the Triumvirate and they use his legacy biofon to retcon his existence. Not entirely digitized, the devil dances as well. He is hard and erect, but as a singular cock user, when all get multiple wiggling, beastly "Futanari Palace Organisms", he cannot compete in their bio-diverse and discriminatory anti-Government demonstrations. The label "Newman" appears on the screen, followed by the tagline, "New Man, New Body, New Organism. Is this right to survive granted by the Government, or will we succeed in uniting you and making Dumbo as big as it once was?". Mr. Elephant

... more on the forums ...